Vinnie Hacker Tattoo Novels & Stories

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

“Maybe. But if I don’t go, I’ll never know what I am. I’ll never stop Lorne. And I’ll never be free.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You really want to do this?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Then let’s make it messy.” --- Elsewhere… Vincent was already two steps ahead. Sitting in a diner that hadn’t changed since the '80s, he slid a USB across the table to an older woman with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones. Cassie Crane. Ex-agent. Rogue wolf. And hacker extraordinaire. “You sure you want back in?” he asked.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

The moment the door closed, I plopped on the sofa, as if that exchange took all of my energy. Daphne's phone was still on the table, filled with chats that were still active. From where I sat, I could see the curses and pictures edited with ill-intent directed toward me. That was a group chat filled with my haters, and my daughter was the group admin. My heart was numb with sadness. I reached and grabbed for the phone, seeing the group announcement my daughter had just posted. "Today, we'll flood that old viper's tags!" Old viper—that was what they called me. Before I left the entertainment industry, I was well-known for my slightly upturned eyes, but my haters loved calling me a viper inste

They were grateful they hadn't provoked him, or they might have been the ones lying on the floor. Frederick lifted the nearly unconscious brute off the ground. "Answer my question. Where'd you get that tattoo?" He was curious because the tattoo was Organization V's symbol, but the brute was just an Aflon Grandmaster, the lowest rank among Savant Grandmasters, making it impossible to be a member of the organization. Nevertheless, Frederick was certain that he must have some connection with the organization. The brute, bloodied and trembling, begged for mercy. "Please spare me! It's from a notorious serial killer of women—Ripper. I thought it looked cool, so I got one too."

“Please begin with your vows, son.” Nick starts, his voice strong and clear, carrying across the hall. “"I vow to lead with honor and wisdom, to guard my pack with unwavering devotion, and to stand as a shield in times of danger. I promise to earn their trust, uphold our legacy, and guide us together through every trial.” Nick’s mom steps forward. “Please say your vows Mariah.”

A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him. "Well helloooo, foxy." He greeted with a smile and I held back a chuckle. He definitely looks scary and intimidating but a small guy like him doesn't scare me that easily. He looks like Dwayne Johnson's talkative sidekick from that movie Jumanji. "Leave." Shane said and the three guys immediately left the room. "Sofia, you'll teach her everything she needs to know about being a baiter and any other important details. She needs to be ready for our next mission." Sofia rolled her eyes.

Conan He blinked once, then twice before blinking his eyes a couple of times as if he experienced difficulty in trying to understand what I said. “W-What?” Mr. Hunter stuttered. “I would repeat my words. The viper tattoo around your neck is the same tattoo that the runaway driver had as well. I am not trying to accuse you but I am just curious” I added, slipping the phone down my pocket. Liana stared at me so intently that it felt like her eyes almost pried into my soul, wanting to know all my thoughts and what exactly could be going through my mind.

The man broke the awkwardness by inviting Jasmine to get to know him. "Are you Jasmine? Lorensius said that she is a VIP woman who can only serve men chosen by her." The ori asked in a slightly intimidating tone. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Mike Aidden. Many people are afraid of me and I'm not a good guy either. I live in a dark world and I am a very feared mafia," he explained, which made Jasmine pensive. "Why are you telling me this, you are not afraid that I will take advantage of you?"